~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 10  [1/2]
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:35:37 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                Chapter 10



     The escaped killer had been on the streets for nearly a week
when Devlin was informed he had a call waiting from a Lieutenant
Walker. Hurriedly he closed his door and grabbed the phone. He
knew Walker wouldn't be calling him unless there was something
wrong. "Devlin here, what's up?"
     "Devlin, I think something is going on. Sinclair failed to
show up for her morning shift and I've dispatched a car over to
her address. I thought you might like to know."
     "You bet, I appreciate the call. I'm heading over there
myself."
     He hadn't seen her since the night he took her home and she
had indirectly gave him the gate. He didn't blame her at all, he
just needed an excuse to see or call her again. This was an
opening at least, now all he had to worry about was the call from
her boss. Maybe just slept in or stuck in traffic. At least he 
hoped so.
     He got to her apartment just ahead of the beat car as it
pulled to the curb behind him. Together they climbed the steps to
her apartment and tried the door. There didn't seem to be
anything wrong, it was locked tight. While the beat cop went
hunting for the landlord, Jim walked around the building and
located the rear steps leading up to her apartment from the
carport. Climbing to the top of the landing he didn't see
anything out of the ordinary at first and the door was locked.
Then something caught his eye, a small piece of white jagged wood
laying at his feet. Looking closer at the door jamb he felt a
cold chill run through his spinal column. The door had been
forced open and then relocked again. Jesus Christ, he muttered. 
     It didn't take much effort to open the door. He only had to
lean on it and he was in. Pulling his gun he rushed into the
interior of her apartment. There was no doubt something had
happened. In the bedroom the bed cloths had been dragged off onto
the floor the way they'd be if she had been pulled out
forcefully. The nightstand had been knocked over spewing the
contents across the floor all the way to the far wall. Turning on
his heel he walked into the living room. The scratching at the
front door brought him to a state of readiness until it flew open
and the beat cop stood there with the landlady. Taking a deep
breath he told the cop what had happened and sent him to call for
an investigation unit. 
     Several hours later they knew no more than they did when he
arrived. There were fingerprints all over the place, probably
hers. Everything was here including her purse, identification and
her gun. It appeared one sheet was missing off the bed and they
figured it had been used to wrap her in. Other than that, she was
gone and they had no clues how to find her.
     Being a homicide detective, Devlin had not been assigned to
Karla's kidnapping other than on a personal basis. It was tough
just sitting around waiting for word but there was no other way
to do it. In reality, there was no other word, they didn't have a
clue.
 
     It was near five in the evening when Devlin answered a
personal call through the switch board. The voice on the other
end was familiar and sent a shiver up his spine. "She's with me,
detective. You want her back you do as I say, understood?"
     "I'm listening."
     "You come alone. I see anyone, hear anyone, think I see or
hear anyone else she's dead. You got that?"
     "Yeah, I got it. How do I know she's not dead already?"
     "You have to take my word for it. She's hurtin a little and
a bit uncomfortable but she's alive."
     "Okay, where do I come?"
     "First things first. I found out a lot in the past few
hours. For instance she's a narc and was borrowed by you assholes
to catch me. Secondly, when the pain got to much for her and she
tried to make a deal she told me where they keep the evidence and
how I can get my hands on forty kilos of good coke. Thirdly,
you're going to be the one that brings it to me or else you'll
find her like the others. Only this one won't have any tits and
her pussy will be decorating my wall, you getting this?"
     "Every word. You even think of hurting her like that and
I'll personally kill you myself, you getting that?"
     "Don't threaten me, detective. You keep her alive only as
long as you do what I tell you to do."
     Devlin listened as Menzmer laid out everything he needed to
get the coke and where to deliver it. He knew better than to
trust this maniac but he had no choice. He didn't even dare bring
anyone else in on it for fear he'd get her killed. Making sure he
had the exact directions he hurried over to Karla's precinct.
After talking a minute with the front desk officer he headed up
the stairs with an excuse that Walker was waiting for him. It was
after five and the narcotics bureau was dark. He had a little
trouble forcing the door without raising a racket but he finally
stepped inside and closed the door.
     If Menzmer had it right, there would be a large heavy
suitcase inside of Karla's office closet. It would contain the
cocaine she was supposed to book into evidence the morning she
was kidnapped. Damn sloppy police-work he thought to himself. She
should never have this shit locked in her closet. 
     Finding her office and forcing the door he breathed a sigh
of relief to find the suitcase where it was suppose to be.
Picking it up he headed for the street as fast as he could go
without raising any more suspicion. He never figured he'd get
away with it, but a few minutes later he was hauling ass across
town with the damn stuff next to him in the front seat. 
     The location of the exchange was near the waterfront. A dark
narrow alley not far from the wharf but one no one ever used at
this time of night. Sitting alone in the darkness he didn't have
to wait very long. He heard Menzmer's voice first telling him to
step out of the car. "You got the stuff?"
     "Yeah, its in the front seat there. Now what?"
     "Now you just put your ugly face up against that brick wall
over there and keep your hands in plain sight while I check it
out."
     Devlin did as he was told, standing against the wall with
his hands over his head. He heard the car door open and close and
wondered if he'd been ripped off. He was about to turn when he
heard a faint sound behind him. It felt like something heavy had
been pressed down on his head. He tried to move his arms to push
it away but there was no reaction. He couldn't move his upper
body. The world was starting to spin and go dark as he felt
himself falling away from the wall. A red film seemed to come
over his eyes and then darkness descended over him.

     Pain, sharp pain, raced through his body as a dim light from
far away began to grow brighter. He didn't know where he was or
why he was there. His mind couldn't grasp anything, even who he
was for a second. Then reality hit him and he tried to move.
Something held him fast, rigid, unable to function. He was able
to see his surroundings in the dim light. It made no sense. He
was laying on the floor of an old dusty warehouse. He could hear
the water lapping under the floor and figured they were still
down near the waterfront. There was no noise except for a distant
fog horn giving off its mournful sound every few seconds. His
hands and feet were tightly bound with heavy rope and he had a
mouthful of something that tasted like dirty underwear.
     He didn't know how long he lay there before he heard
footsteps echoing in the large empty room. The shadow of someone
came near and he felt a tug on the ropes wrapped around his feet.
Someone had taken hold of them and began dragging him across the
floor. He was dragged into another room where there was a little
more light and felt sick at what he saw in there. 
     She was there all right. Menzmer had constructed another of
his little torture rooms at one time or the other and Karla was
in the middle of it. She was hanging upside down, her legs spread
wide and tied tightly to an overhead twelve by twelve. Her wrists
were bound to eyebolts in the floor on each side of her body
leaving her suspended and spreadeagle in mid-air. There was a
wide strip of tape covering her mouth and of course she was nude.
Jim felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

     Her eyes opened wide when she saw Jim being dragged into the
room. Menzmer giggled like a maniac as he dropped his bound feet
to the floor and then stood back to look at her. "Poor boy, poor
girl, I know you can't talk very well so I guess I'm going to
have to do all the talking instead. I've got some unfinished
business to take care of. Too bad you two are it. You both get to
watch what happens to each other. Delightfully you get to kill
each other and by the time anyone finds you, I'll be a thousand
miles from here. Oh, by the way, have you two had the opportunity
to fuck each other yet?"
     He began laughing again like a crazy man. Why wouldn't he,
he was a crazy man. "Now then, before I leave, I feel it only
fitting I have one last fling with the beautiful young detective.
Walking to where she hung he stopped to admire his handy work.
His eyes were at the same level as her pussy and he stood staring
at it for long seconds. Drool began running down his lower lip as
he started fondling her soft bushy triangle, rubbing and patting
it gently at first as if he were trying to turn her on. She tried
to struggle and twist away from his hands but he held her firmly
as he had his fun. 
     He bent down on one knee and covered her left nipple with
his mouth, sucking and licking it like the maniac he was. Then he
switched to her other one and Jim could see how hard her nipples
were becoming. Then Jim watched as he reached around her to
fondle her buttocks. Rubbing and squeezing her he pulled her
toward him until her bushy vagina was tickling his lips. Like a
starving shark he buried his mouth into her moist crack. 
     She mewed softly in her throat as he used his mouth on her
and ran his tongue in and out of her tight slit. Jim saw her
shudder and try to twist away again, then the sound in her throat
changed abruptly from soft moaning to a tortured wail. Even the
gag didn't soften the sound she made and he knew she was in
sudden pain. Menzmer turned to face him and smiled. Several
dozens of her dark hairs fluttered toward the floor as he opened
his mouth to talk. "You like shaved pussy's, detective?" he
asked. "Well we're going to have one here pretty soon. I'm going
to shave her the hardway, without a razor."
     Laughing gleefully he lowered his mouth once more and took
another bite of hair between his teeth. Then he twisted his neck
and head to wrench it out of her. The sound she made was pitiful
to listen to but Jim was helpless. It must be horrendously
painful to have your pubic hairs pulled out like this, he thought
to himself. Menzmer played the game with her until a stream of
blood began to trickled down her stomach and off the tips of her
breasts. She was by now turned into a moaning, half conscious
figure hanging limply within her bonds. 
     "All right, enoughs enough," he cackled, his lips covered in
her blood. "It's time we had the real fun."





~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 10  [2/2]
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:37:18 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

     Menzmer walked over and cut the ropes between Jim's ankles.
Then, pulling a gun from inside his shirt, he cut his wrists
loose. "Make one move, any move and I shoot her, understood?"
     "Understood."
     "All right, untie her and take her over there to those two
chains hanging from the ceiling."
     Jim saw two separate chains hanging from the ceiling, both
had a set of handcuffs attached to the ends. He did just as he
was told. Gently as he could, he cut her hands loose first and
then lifted her down as he cut the ropes around her ankles.
Helping her to her feet he half carried half walked her to where
Menzmer had indicated. Once he had her there Menzmer came closer,
the gun still pointing at her heart. "Okay, now reach up and pull
the chain down to where you can get the cuffs around her wrists."
     Doing as he was told Jim cuffed her wrists and then at 
Menzmer's direction, pulled her up on tiptoe and tied the other
end of the chain to a hook on the wall. Now she stood stretched
upward, her wrists encased in steel handcuffs, the strain pulling
her breasts taught and erect.
     "Good, you did that just the way you were told. Now then,
take off all your cloths, I want you as naked as she is."
     Disgruntled, Jim slowly began removing his clothing. A sharp
blow across the forehead from the barrel of the gun nearly forced
him to his knees. "Faster, you move when I tell you to do
something."
     Quickly now, Jim removed the rest of his clothes and stood
nude next to Karla. "Good, now reach up and get that other set of
cuffs."
     Jim stretched up and pulled them lower. "Lock em around your
wrists."
     He had no choice, the gun was pointed at Karla and he knew
this maniac wouldn't hesitate to shoot her. Locking the cuffs he
stood and waited for the next move. Menzmer made it rather
hurriedly. "This is how it is. I'm getting out of here. I have a
rather unpleasant surprise for both of you though. I'm going to
let you kill each other while I get clear."
     Jim listened to him rant for a second and then looked right
at him. "Just what makes you think you can leave us here alone
and be so sure we're going to kill each other."
     "Oh, you'll see in a minute."
     Hurrying across the room, he returned with an armload of
boxes and black wires. Then he quickly set about hooking them up
to some pretty radical equipment. First he picked up two long
black wires with ugly, jagged clamps attached to the ends of each
wire. One wire was split so he could attach a clamp to each of
her nipples. The other he attached to a piece of metal about six
inches long and rounded like a dildo. Then he inserted it deep in
her vagina and using heavy tape bound the thing inside of her.
Jim struggled furiously at the end of his chain as Menzmer
removed Karla's gag and listened to her screams from the pain.
     While Karla struggled next to him he pulled out another set
of wires. This system was different. First he held up a metal cap
much like those used on the top of the tubes in old television
sets. This one had a fiendish locking device around the opening
and a protruding tip at the end. When it was slipped over the
head of Jim's cock it locked in place in the indentation between
the glans and the shaft. When Menzmer clipped on one of the wires
to the protruding tip, Jim felt a cold chill pass through his
body. He already had an idea of what was to come. The other wire
was hooked onto the handcuffs. When he was finished, his victims
stood naked together with the wires running down their bodies and
across the floor. Menzmer hurried to get them hooked into the
black box he'd brought in with him. 
     This done he stood back and checked his work to make sure it
was what he wanted. Then the black box was pulled across the
floor to a huge electrical junction box and tied securely to
the wall to keep it from moving. Jim watched as Menzmer walked
over and took hold of the end of the chain his cuffs were hooked
to. Pulling him up onto his tiptoes he hooked the chain to an
eyebolt on the top of the black box. "Okay, detective, lower your
weight to the floor."
     Jim lowered his body weight until his feet were flat against
the floor. In doing so, he noticed the chain pull the eyebolt
upward in the box and heard a faint click. Next, Menzmer did the
same thing to Karla. When he was at last finished, he had them
both stretched the way he wanted them. "Now, if you haven't
already figured it out let me explain what this is all about
before I go." 
     "There's a hundred and ten volts running into that box, not
enough to kill you but excruciating never the less. As long as
you stand on your tiptoes, you're going to be fine, nothing will
happen, but when one of you weakens you're going to light your
lover up like a roman candle. Clever isn't it? Jesus  I'd love to
stay and see how long you can take it before your hearts stop. I
always wondered what a person would do when they get hit with
electricity in the cunt or prick, its going to be glorious, but I
have to run, enjoy."
     "You rotten bastard," Jim screamed at him. "You filthy
rotten scumbag. If I get out of this I'm personally going to hunt
you down and I'll take care of you without any trials. Count on
it."
     "I don't think so but thanks for the warning. Now then, I
suggest you get up on your toes before I plug this thing in. Its
going to be fantastic when she gets hit with a hundred volts in
the pussy."
     He picked up the large plug and inserted it into the
junction box just as they both stood up on their toes. As the
plug seated into the socket, Menzmer sang out a farewell to them
and ran out the door.
     "Jim, I don't know how long I can stand on my toes this
way," she said to him.
     "I know, baby, I don't either. It doesn't look good. I don't
think we're going to get out of this one."
     Menzmer came running back through the door momentarily and
called out to them. "Oh, by the way, sometime next week I'll call
your buddies and tell them where they can find your bodies. You
all have fun now." 
     They could hear him laughing for several seconds and then it
grew deathly quiet. The agony set in rather quickly and it didn't
take long to begin effecting the muscles of their feet and legs.
First their feet and calve muscles began to spasm. Seconds turned
into minutes and the horror spread through their bodies. Karla
was the first to go. After nearly twenty minutes she could no
longer stay up on her toes. With a hideous groan she fell back,
her feet hitting the floor. The move pulled the eyebolt and the
charge flashed into Jim like an express train.  He couldn't
believe the pain of it as it rammed into his cock. Karla cried
out at what she had done to him and was amazed to see the instant
hardon it produced along with the gut wrenching sound he made in
his throat.
     He wasn't prepared for the charge as it knocked him back on
his heels. Of course this caused him to fall off balance and pull
the bolt leading to Karla's device. An electrical charge entering
the body through her nipples and vagina was more than she could
imagine. She had never felt anything like that. There was no way
to describe it. She had seen what it did to his cock and looking
down she could see her own nipples hard and distended.
     He heard the agony and terror in her scream as she quivered
and jerked at the end of her chains. It was horrible to see her
as the current knotted her muscles and at the same time sent her
into spasms of uncontrollable convulsions. Hearing her scream had
the magic effect of getting him back up on his toes. The pain was
tremendous as he stood gritting his teeth and waiting for her to
regain her senses. The cessation of the electrical current was a
heaven sent blessing and she somehow pushed up on her toes to
ease his torture. The next time it would be even stronger. Hardly
able to speak from the agony of it she finally turned her head.
"I can't take that again."
     "We don't have a choice."
     "How long before it kills us?" she whimpered.
     "No way to tell," he gasped. "A hundred ten usually don't
kill unless your standing in water or on a good ground. I imagine
its going to be when one of us passes out."  
     She groaned at hearing what he said. 
     "I'm so sorry, Karla. I wish I could have gotten to know you
better. I think it would have been so easy to fall in love with
you."
     "Not that it makes any difference anymore, but I think I
could say the same about you Jim. Jesus you were good."
     "If we ever get out of this, you can bet it will be again."
     "Jesus I'd love to have you one more time, she sighed."
     
     They stood on their toes in agony, each knowing it was only
a matter of minutes before the other weakened and the unrelenting
electricity poured into them once more. Jim racked his brain
trying to figure a way out and couldn't think straight. Out of
the corner of his eye he saw Karla slip down and felt the
absolute most hideous jolt once more. The charge felt a hundred
times worse. His body stiffened and he fought to stay up on his
toes. Throwing his head back he screamed at the ceiling as the
electricity course through him. He felt like his cock was going
to explode as the current raced through it. Then he felt the
sweet relief as she pushed back up on her toes. "Jesus," he
gasped.
     While his head was back though, he had gotten an idea.      
Menzmer had built the ultimate in torture devices. Only a warped
mind could devise such a frightfully treacherous and deadly
instrument. He'd made in nearly perfect but there was a flaw, his
device was designed in one direction. Weight caused it to
activate and he'd assumed anyone attached to the thing would
strain to stay on their tiptoes as long as they could. He hadn't
taken into consideration that someone might just climb the chain.
     If he could swing his body high enough to catch Karla's
chain, and if he could take the massive pain long enough, and if
he could climb up to the overhead beam they were attached to, he
just might be able to get them out of this yet. "Karla, I think
there's a way out. You're going to have to take another charge
for a minute, but if it works, we'll be out of here within a few
minutes."
     "All right, go ahead. I'll do the best I can." 

     Jim dropped onto his feet and heard Karla let out another
hideous sound as the juice hit her but he couldn't help it. He
quickly began swinging himself back and forth trying to build up
enough momentum to swing upward. At best, it was horrible
listening to her as he swung higher and higher. With one last
effort her threw his legs up and wrapped them around her chains.
The weight pulled her down and in so doing, broke the circuit and
sent the waves of electricity into his body. Jim had never felt
such pain as he fought to climb upward. There was nothing he
could do but climb as his lungs felt like they were bursting. In
a continuous blast of pure hell it chipped away at his strength.
The cuffs made it very difficult to gain much ground but upward
he went, foot by foot. His agony was driving him insane but all
he could think of was getting to the top. Once there it would be
over, if he could only last that long. 
     He didn't think he was going to make it, but then as he drew
nearer and nearer to the beam his confidence grew. Giving out one
last horrible scream and with no more strength in him, he made a
final grab for the pulley. Catching it with the tips of his
fingers he held on until one last superhuman effort got him on
top of the beam. It was over, now all he had to do was hook her
chain up so she could put weight on it. This done, he lay across
the beam panting, letting the pain subside before lowering
himself to the floor. He knew if there had been even ten more
seconds or a couple more feet he wouldn't have made it at all and
they would have died there. 
     It was a simple matter now to slide down the other side and
unplug the device from the wall socket. He just had to rest until
some of his strength returned. Then slowly, nearly falling a
couple times, he started down. Within a matter of a minute or two
he was at the bottom and wrenching the plug out of the socket.
Then, slumping to the floor, he sat and gasped for air,
completely exhausted for the moment.
     Breathing heavily, he lay on the floor and waited for some
strength to return. Karla stood under the beam, no longer
required to stay up on her tiptoes now, she waited patiently
until he recovered enough to get her down. It wasn't over yet.
There was still the matter of getting the cuffs off and they
couldn't very well walk around San Francisco dragging a hundred
pounds of chain while wrapped in sheets.
     Jim finally staggered to his feet and crossed over to where
she hung. "I didn't think I was going to make it there for a
while," he gasped.
     "Its a miracle," she cried. "God, you must have been in
excruciating pain?"
     "You can't imagine, young lady, you just can't imagine."

     They collapsed together on the floor, naked and exhausted.
Depleted after the horrible experience of the past few hours,
they were in too much pain to think about removing the handcuffs
and chains. For the next few minutes nothing was said. Jim
finally groaned and struggled to a sitting position. "Come on,
Sinclair, we can't lay around like this all day. You look like a
brazen hussy dressed like that."
     "How could you possibly come up with humor?" she asked in a
hoarse voice.
     "I hurt too much to be serious. We've got to get some
clothes on and get out of here. He just might be nuts enough to
come back and watch us kill each other."
     "Do you really think so?" 
     "Doubtful, he has all that coke to deal with. I have a
strong feeling he's on his way out of the city, maybe even the
country. Come on, if we can find our clothes we can get out of
these cuffs and chains."

     Devlin helped her stand up and together they managed to drag
the chains across the warehouse floor to where their clothes
still lay on the floor. Using his hidden handcuff key Jim had
them free and on their way out of the warehouse in minutes. "What
now?" she asked, as they headed toward the Embarcadero.